The roaring engines of the aircraft were deafening as I leaned back into the seat as the speed kept on increasing before tilting upwards.
It was yet another end of the year, another traditional family dinner. I didn't mind it, I actually quite liked it because it was the only time when I got to see her. But my liking has changed ever since I have.
"Sir, would you like anything to drink?"
"No." With my simple and cold answer, I counted down the minutes.
***
Tall trees, decorated with ornaments greeted me as I entered the airport through the gates. The Christmas cheer and happiness was visible in every passing person. Airport staff was dressed accordingly with bright smiles.
I didn't pay them mind as I walked past them in a hurry, wanting to get away form all the cheesy cheer of Christmas.
The cold December wind blew past me as I skimmed my eyes through the crowd of waiting people before my eyes fell upon him.
The driver was already standing outside the airport with a board. The big bold letters he held up spelled my name, Mikael Villin.
I nodded at him, resulting him to briskly walk towards me and getting my bags from my hand.
My hands instantly went inside the pockets of my unzipped brown leather jacket which had white undershirt. My dark boots paired with black jeans sounded a loud thud as I walked beside him.
"Fredrick, how's life treating you?"
"Not very good, sir. Mr Villin has recently lost his mind." He shook his head. I walked straight to the passenger side while Fredrick placed the bags in the boot and walked to the driver's side.
"Well he wouldn't be Micheal Villin if there was a mind somewhere in him." I muttered. It was expected. Father was never the kind, loving one. He was full of greed and power, working for and with twisted men, and mother was worse. She only married the man because of his promise of money. She abided by the money rule she created herself and neglected her children ever since she birthed us.
"But what did he do this time?" I questioned with a sense of curiosity as the familiar scenery passed us by.
"He lost some money. The most recent man he was working with ran away with it."
"That's it? Some money?" I chuckled. From what I'm hearing, his temper is getting worse.
"I don't think you'll like the next part, sir." His voice held sincere hesitation.
"Spill it."
"Cora got the worst of it from both of them." He held his breath.
The tension in the car was raised up and the grip on my phone tightened. My breathing picked up and I could feel my eyes changing. A quick glimpse in the rear mirror showed me the blood red colour that filled my eyes.
"I don't think letting the monster inside you loose would help the situation, sir," Fredrick sounded, "you should listen to what your mind says, not the what the monster says."
